A/N: A fic about their last night night in the little house in Dharmaville, set in my Homecoming Universe. You don't have to read the previous fics, but you can to add context to the story. For the record I wrote this last week and had no idea what was going to happen in last night's episode – makealist is my witness! I'm glad Sawyer and I are on the same page, though. :-)

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"It's not going to take long for them to miss him."

"It will, trust me."

Juliet sat pensively at the dining room table while Sawyer paced the living room. He reminded her of a caged animal, which made her think of the days when she'd actually kept him a cage. She frowned, chagrined at the memory. If there was such a thing as karma, this was her due.

"I can't believe how quickly it all came to a crashing stop," she said to his back. "One minute I'm delivering Amy's baby, the next we have Phil locked in a closet. This isn't going to end well."

As if he could hear the sound of his name, Phil rattled at the closet door and tried to yell something.

Sawyer approached Juliet and knelt down in front of her. "Whatever happens I got your back. You know that, right?"

Juliet thought of Kate and answered vaguely, "Yeah."

"Remember our first night?" He asked squeezing her hand. She knew what he was doing. If he could distract her with thoughts of better days it would make him happy. She knew he didn't like all this danger and uncertainty, especially now that she was pregnant. But she went along with it because at this point in her life all she really wanted was to make him happy.

"Yeah."

"Remember the party celebrating clean undies?"

Her smile at this memory wasn't forced. Jin and Miles had come over with a few bottles of wine and by the end of the night she and James had given in to a temptation they'd been feeling for far too long. "Yeah."

"As soon as we're off this rock we're gonna have another party."

"Oh?"

"It's gonna be a highway party, a Piggly Wiggly party, and a cable TV party all rolled into one."

Juliet was laughing now and climbed down onto the floor with him and put her arms around his neck. She pressed her face there too and breathed in the familiar way he smelled and said, "It's a date."

Sawyer squeezed her back. "You know I love you." It wasn't a question.

"I do."

"That's good practice."

Pulling away, "What is?"

"I wanna marry you. When we're back. So that's one more party we need to plan... That is, if you'll have a hillbilly conman like me." For the fist time that evening his bravado cracked and she pressed one hand to his face.

"Of course I'll have you," she said, looking steadily into his eyes. "You're all I want."